A brother with a square face and a temper as explosive as raging fire.
Suddenly, his heart ached, and grief welled up within him.
These were the very brothers who, back then, had sworn blood oaths just as he had, vowing to carry Hidden Dragon High Martial to greatness, to nurture pillars that could hold up the heavens and beams that could span the seas for the continent, for humanity!
His brothers had followed him headlong into Hidden Dragon High Martial, devoting themselves body and soul to it. In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand years had passed!
Countless students had left Hidden Dragon under the guidance of him and his brothers, becoming pillars of society. Every year, when a class graduated, the brothers would gather for a drink and get drunk in celebration of that achievement!
Every two years, they visited the martyrs' cemetery at the front to see their students who slept there forever, and they would weep until their hearts and guts felt torn apart!
Year after year passed... until now!
Now, they had all grown old!
And Hidden Dragon High Martial had climbed to great heights, gradually transforming into an ideal springboard to power: anyone who came in and held a nominal post for a few years would qualify to govern a region upon leaving!
All because every gifted student who left was a glittering achievement on the politicians' records!
This had always been a political compromise, a balancing of power between factions!
Yet this increasingly smooth road had left those with designs on it dissatisfied, dissatisfied with the share of positions Hidden Dragon High Martial had yielded!
They began to want more, and they acted on it.
But some key positions remained occupied and controlled by old men like them.
So they